• The Iron Rose

    The Iron Rose


    eros and thanatos in the putrefying, lovely memory of no one in particular, a parable of when real and fake flowers ought to be given. bellicose and predatory lust, a fearful and then manic-triumphant chase, just as much an aesthetic companion to Scooby Doo as it is to Ovid, "you dead, we alive" echoing Alucarda's distinction between the worship of life (and the body) and the worship of death (and the immortal soul). truly there is nothing of substance for…

  • Mysterious Skin

    Mysterious Skin


    tender clutches,
    run run run
    i am thinking of you

  • Eggshells



  • Celine



    vanished souls and astronaut gods, a study in the newtonian motion of grace through the world, its restless flow and the alluvial hollows it carves in its shape. it is learned through practices of care, not for ourselves, but for others, such that we might unlearn our trite miseries: what we seek to create is a vast, lovely emptiness within ourselves, a desert and a beach. but grace is a hard thing to bear, and the miracles that attend it…

  • Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

    Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

    the blessed combination of a thoroughgoing commitment to fascism with a still more thoroughgoing commitment to incompetence, zack snyder’s elegy for the decline of our freaking society under “late” capitalism, and his ode to the transformative power of accepting christ, the us government, and our troops into your life. and yet this is also a shockingly cogent and pointed critique of empire in decline, a whirlwind of post-9/11 furor and liberal democratic sloganeering forced to confront its own emptiness and…

  • Talking Head

    Talking Head


    i am not qualified to unpack this

    greatest movie ever made?

  • The Brown Bunny

    The Brown Bunny


    "a wider than wide shot, a single figure, tiny and nothing more than a blur of white, hastening across the emptiness. and he is left behind almost immediately, never to be returned to. the opening minutes of this film are something of an ekphrasis, as the roar of engines draws near and far, silence cresting and falling tidally, an artwork of motion and noise reduced to hazy inclarity. this pseudo-ekphrasis then, as we are to discover, unfurls itself as a…

  • Night on the Galactic Railroad
  • Urusei Yatsura 2: Beautiful Dreamer

    Urusei Yatsura 2: Beautiful Dreamer


    the greatest 2 ever do it does it yet again.....

    as spatial and temporal logics warp and stretch like bubbling plastics in heat, the episodic logic of eros and affect, dream and joke, begins to set in in cascading eddies and epicycles, wearing away with each new turn of the wheel until the holes in the framework become unbearable. a dream is an evil, selfish thing, especially the dream of the perfect house and the perfect family, desire and the…

  • In My Skin

    In My Skin

    some exchanges:
    ["you should have felt it" "i feel my leg normally now" ]

    ["you rip your leg open, you don't feel it. i touch you, and you jump and scratch" ]

    ["it's strange that you felt nothing" ] ["when i do this, can you feel it?" "no" "no?" ]

    ["i don't know what to say about your cutting" "say nothing"]

    [ "is it my fault? don't you like your body?" ]

    [(robotically) "hello! this is your wake up call!]…

  • Ghost in the Shell

    Ghost in the Shell


    interesting not so much for its surface-level cartesian preoccupations as the tools it gives us for understanding embodiment, affectively and as a social function. we dream and we pass from techne to flesh to digitality and back again, reconstituted identically and yet indescribably different. we meet our selfhood as a reflection and origin, passing through it to once more achieve perception. for whatever it is worth, i "see myself" in the major's joyous plummet and gnawing emptiness: her body, like…

  • Alucarda



    "do you know how small creatures love each other?"

    full of rage, most of all at the way the world treats the girls who are marked, whose difference is inscribed in their appearance and discerned in their speech. blood soaked habits are the proof of a miserable love, whose reciprocation is a thunderbolt to the jugular; God is capable of nothing more than cruelty. the ecstatic and the abnegating, not dialectical but unequal: "i worship life; you worship death". death…